Dream Journal Ultimate
Date: 7/3/2023
By randybobandy
I found myself in a mental institution. Part of me felt safe there and accepted that I was there. I just had some questions and concerns I needed addressed, and really needed to tell someone about the medication I normally take because if I stop taking them I would start to get sick. Instead we spent the day doing random activities. As the day came to a close I heard talk of a big fourth of July party the next day. I saw an employee walking by in this giant ballroom we were in and I stopped her and asked, “am I here involuntarily or voluntarily? Am I free to leave?” and she responded, “I can’t answer that, I’m sorry,” and walked away. At the entrance to the room was a booth protected by glass windows, and there were some more employees inside. I walked up to the booth and said, “I have some questions-“ and they interrupted “we can’t help you with that.” I walked around and saw a counter with some employees behind it, with a sign BILLING on top. There was a line of people waiting to talk to them. I realized I wasn’t sure if this was covered by my insurance or not so I got in line, wanting to discuss payment. After a few minutes, with a few people still in line ahead of me, the employees turned out the lights and left. All of a sudden everyone was gone and the ballroom was empty. I went towards the doors to leave but they were locked and could only be opened by a password on a keypad. I started mashing buttons and trying the handle. I heard something behind me and I looked and saw a ghostly figure standing at the back of the room facing me. I turned back to the door and mashed buttons even more furiously. I turned around again a moment later and the figure was right behind me. I started screaming my head off and some employees burst in and got me. Then all of a sudden it wasn’t me, but I was watching my character from third person. My character was now a very old lady. They took her to finally meet with a doctor. The doctor looked like another old woman but was clearly a robot. The robot doctor was annoyed at her staff. “She isn’t dangerous, she should have been allowed to keep her phone. She’s only in here because she has an unhealthy love for playing the violin.” The patient overheard this and became confused. “Violin? I don’t even play the violin. I don’t even know anything about it.” The doctor then started to think of a violin song, and she asks, “hmm what’s that song? The one that goes…. hmm hmm hmm?” and she hummed a tune. The patient slowly, slowly twisted her face from a confused frown to a very big smile. Her eyes became glossy and her expression distant. She began discussing the song animatedly. The doctor slowly formed an evil, knowing grin. She lightly chuckled to herself.